Will there still be color? The weather forecast for the day was not promising, 25-30 mph winds and a 30% chance of precipitation. After two years of not-so-successful attempts to capture the elusive Fall in Arizona, I decided to take the gamble and hit the road.
By mid-morning, as the San Francisco Peaks appeared on the horizon, I excitedly looked for any hint of yellow on the slopes. The weather was clear with patches of white clouds in the blue sky. As the car made its way winding towards Lockett Meadow, I was greeted with more than just a splash of gold. The aspen trees were shimmering in the sun, cloaked in their full Autumn splendor!
In the middle of the shoot, it turned dark and chilly and snow flurries began to fall. Fortunately, it was short lived. In the late afternoon, I took the back road to Hart Prairie to catch the last rays of the day.
Unlike Lockett Meadow which was busy with campers and visitors, Fall in the Prairie was quieter and more introspective.
By dusk, the mist blanketed Autumn’s display and it’s time to pack and head home. Fall seldom stays for long in Arizona, and her visit is often short and fickle. Will this be the last of my search for Fall and her colors? Or is it just the beginning?